I follow Presley into the bathroom, where she strips out of her shirt and turns the water on, before looking at me over her shoulder to see if I’m coming. Oh, I’ll be coming soon, just not inside her. I’ll leave my thick ropes of come on her nipples, or maybe I’ll get her off with my cock rubbing against her clit.
Yeah, I like the sound of that.
25
Presley
Spring break is coming and it’s coming in fast. Because I have the whole week off and Maverick’s is closed on Sunday, we’re leaving as soon as Lincoln closes down and not returning until Wednesday morning. Since I won’t see my Bella Bug until we get back, all four of us girls are having a night in at my place.
“I think you went a little overboard,” Lincoln says coming out of the bedroom as I unload all of the food, new nail polishes, and facemasks for us girls.
“Have you met all of us? The food will be polished off by breakfast tomorrow morning, the rest we’ll have for other sleepovers,” I respond.
“Do all of you girls have the same weird eating habits?” Lincoln questions.
“Well no, I’m the only on that doesn’t like breakfast food. You know about Bella Bug’s pickiness. So umm, okay, but in all fairness we’re just us,” I laugh as I realize all of us are a little bit crazy.
“I’m going to miss holding you in my arms tonight,” Lincoln groans as he puts his arms around my waist, pulling me in to his embrace before he leaves for work.
“I will too, we can make it one night, right? Or you can text me before you leave work and I’ll let you know if the girls are still here?” I offer.
“Nah, you have the night with them. I’ll have you to myself the next four days,” he has a smirk playing on his lips.
“I’ll text you anyways. Have a great night at work,” I tell him as his lips land on mine. It’s all consuming, soul searing, a hot and heavy make out session. Lincoln’s showing me just how much he’s going to miss me tonight with his mouth on mine.
When we pull apart, I’m breathless and panting, “I’m going to wish the night away, I know it.”
“Me too, gorgeous, me too. Lock me out?”
I follow him out to the door, “I love you, Lincoln,”
“I love you, baby. You own my soul,” he responds giving me one more kiss.
“And you’re mine,” I reply when he turns to leave. He gives me one last lingering look, his hand is placed on his heart. Lincoln may seem like this rough and tough man, but when you get to the heart of him, he’s the most amazing man you could ever know.
I rush to finish getting everything set out before Lyla, Callie, and Clairabella get here. Not that they expect to have everything perfect, but they know I’m not going to let them foist for themselves. My kitchen would be an utter wreck.
The doorbell ringing stops me from putting the salsa in the bowl, “Coming!”
“Auntie Pres, please hurry. I have to potty,” Bella Bug yells through the door. I throw open the door.
“Go, go, go,” I tell her, and she darts off down the hallway.
“Sorry about that, she said she went before we left the house, but we all know how that goes. Lyla should be here in about five minutes,” Callie says as she walks into the kitchen.
“I have everything ready for tonight, I’m assuming we’re watching what Clairabella wants?” I snort.
“How’d you guess? I can’t believe I have the whole week off. I should have planned this better to take her on a vacation,” she blows out a puff of air. Callie needs this more than anything.
“Oh, that reminds me, Lincoln said you can use his place. It’s not beach front but it has the small beach in the backyard and there’s a small pool too,” I tell her what Lincoln said.
“If Lincoln’s brother didn’t have his own dilemma I’d ask if he was just like him. Tell him thank you, and we’ll more than likely use it a couple of times. But, just for the day. We’re not spending the night, that would be weird without you there.”
“Be weird how?” Lyla says storming in, an ice cream cake in her hand.
“I’m not staying at Linc’s house with them gone,” Callie grouses.
“Whatever, that man would do anything for any of us,” I sit there with my mouth hanging wide open, Lyla isn’t wrong. He totally would.
“What, you know he would. Oh, I have next Friday off, want to do something?” she throws out.
“I’m sorry, is this the twilight zone? All of us have time off on the same day? Mani and pedi? We’ll ask our moms to watch Clairabella,” I state.
Lyla opens the bottle of wine that Callie brought over, “I’m game. Let’s throw in a massage too, this girl is wrecked,” she says, the jet set life is definitely getting to her.
We spend the rest of the night watching Clairabella’s movies, painting our nails, putting face masks on, and eating our weight in junk food.
26
Lincoln
Presley didn’t know we’d be taking a private jet to Nevada, she thought we’d need boarding passes to get there early. It was the cutest damn thing, “Baby, this is my parents’ company jet,” I finally told her.
“Well, don’t I look like quite the dork. Does it have a bed in it?” She’s wiggling her eyebrows.
“Yes, you goof. We’ll take advantage of it too. I haven’t slept yet,” I told her as we pulled into the small airport the jet was at.
“I look forward to it, Mr. Anderson.” She doesn’t wait for me to come around the truck to help her out. The way she said Mr. Anderson, I want her last name to be mine. An idea forms in my head, I have a feeling I know what I’ll be doing on our vacation.
I climb out of the truck, grab our bags, and then go towards Presley.
“I’m so excited,” she squeals, I place my hand at the small of her back.
“Baby.”
“Yes?”
“I’m going to spoil you for the rest of our lives,” I murmur into her ear.
“Oh, Lincoln, don’t you know? You already spoil me, with love and your presence. That’s all I ever need.” She stands on the tip of her toes, her lips graze mine, and as much as I’d love to deepen the kiss, we need to get going.
The steward takes our bags, and we take our seats, buckle in, and then we’re in the air in no time at all.
“As soon as the seatbelt light is off, we’re heading to the back of the plane.”
“Please,” she all but moans. Fuck being tired, I’m taking my woman thirty thousand feet in the sky.
Tapping her fingers along our seats, I see Presley’s impatience, I feel it. Our desire for one another boiling at the edge, ready to tip over.
Finally, the light goes off, we get up. The steward asks, “Do you need anything?”
“Nope, we’ll be laying down until it’s time to land,” I explain. When the steward leaves, I look at Presley, her face is flush, and I can see that she’s worried about what the steward may think. Not wanting to say anything to make her embarrassed even more, I nod my head, so she knows to keep moving towards the back of the cabin.